Whatever the audience was meant to get out of it, what they receive is a dippy movie that doesn’t try nearly hard enough to have real impact.
What does a 1980s Full Moon fright flick look like when it has a multimillion dollar budget and an all-star cast?
“Prisoner X” combines the Samuel L. Jackson thriller “Unthinkable” with the sci-fi setup of “Predestination.”
If the entire movie were as gleefully silly as its final scenes, it would be easy to grant “200 Degrees” a blessing for being “guilty pleasure” entertainment.
The viewer becomes caught in a conflict of wanting superficial salaciousness to be backed by substance the story simply doesn’t have.
Look past the bare spots in atmosphere and acting and one can see deeper meaning aching to be acknowledged.
I’ll be sent to Mars in a rocket ship before I’ll be able to make heads or tails of the story and describe the movie in any meaningful detail.
Spectacular visual style would be more impressive if the pace could keep sleepy eyes open enough to appreciate the effort.